West Coast American Iai

Chapter 10 Damn it, do it!
While Luo Su was already undergoing 'special training' on the streets of Atlantic, the black man with dreadlocks whom he had previously recruited as an informant also returned to his home, a pure wooden bungalow that looked very shabby from the outside.

"Besley, do you dare to come back?!"

Before the black man with dreadlocks entered the house, an angry shout came from inside the house.

"That's shit, where's my gun!"

The sound source came from far to near, and quickly came to Besley.

Compared to the thin Besley, the other black man who emerged from the house was much stronger.The whole person looks tall and thick, and his arms are thicker than Besley's thighs.

But looking at his gray beard, he seems to be in his sixties.

Behind the black man, there seemed to be two equally strong figures in the dim room.

Besley glanced at the other party's bulging belly and said calmly: "Sold."

"Bullshit! That's my gun!" The strong black man who heard Besley's answer was obviously very angry. While shouting, he reached behind his back with his right hand and took out a short-barreled shotgun from his waist.

When the strong black man took out his gun, the other two people who had been silent in the room hurried over and said, "Mike! What are you doing? Don't use the gun!"

To them, this Besley is still a member of the Crip Gang. If one of his own people shoots his own people, it will really make outsiders laugh.

"This shit sold me my gun! I paid $1300 for it!"

Obviously, the black man didn't have any feelings about his gun, but he was angry that his money was gone.

"Give."

Baisley, who was pointed at by the shotgun, did not panic as he did when Luo Su pulled out the gun. At this time, he put his hand into his pocket, took out a dollar bill, and said: "This is 100 U.S. dollars. What's left?" I’ll give it to you in two days.”

"money?"

The black man Mike seemed a little surprised when he saw the US dollars that Besley took out, "You still have money? Didn't you use up all your money yesterday?"

Although the black man Mike complained, his hands were not idle, "Okay, I guess you have some sense."

After saying that, Mike withdrew the shotgun pointed at Besley, "Let's go."

At Mike's greeting, the two black men behind him also walked out of the shadows.

"Besley, don't mess with Mike anymore. By the way, come to the bar tomorrow morning. Cannella seems to have something to say."

The last member of the Crip Gang to leave was wearing a black leather vest, white vest, and jeans. He was the most well-dressed among them.The most important thing is that his jeans are not hanging down, but are worn very neatly on his body.

After finishing speaking, the black man quickly chased the other two black men.

"A bunch of idiots."

Besley looked at the backs of the three people, muttered something, and walked straight into the house.

In fact, before this, Besley, a member of the Crips Gang, had received a pistol from the black man Mike.

But two days ago, due to lack of money, Besley sold it directly.

However, the sale of Besley made black Mike unbearable. He believed that Besley had lost the spirit of the Crip Gang and had no loyalty and honor at all.

It is precisely because of this that the black man Mike directly occupied Besley's home in the past two days, trying to get an explanation from Besley.

But who would have thought that Besley, who has always been short of money, would end up using US dollars to solve the crisis.

Besley did not turn on the lights when he entered the house. He had not paid the electricity bill long ago and could not turn on the lights even if he wanted to.

"There is still $1200 left." In the darkness, Besley followed his past memories and moved to where the sofa should be. He lay back and wanted to think about how to collect the remaining $1300.He still had 100 on him, but that was kept by Besley for emergencies, and he never thought of giving it to the black man Mike.

"Boom."

The originally soft sofa did not appear where Besley expected. Without the support of the sofa, his whole body hit the ground solidly, making close contact with the floor.

"Damn! You are the ones who are like shit! Who the hell asked you to move my sofa!"

Besley, who was lying on the ground, cursed loudly, venting his dissatisfaction with the three Mikes.

"Oh shit."

After cursing again, Besley used the dim light from the old electronic watch on his wrist to find the location of the sofa, and lay down directly regardless of whether he was dirty or not.

200
1200
Besley thought about the money he owed and the price offered by Luo Su, and fell into deep thought for a while.

"Oh shit!"

"Done!"

Besley, who was bullied at home by Mike, became more and more angry as he thought about it. The spirit of the Crip Gang was nothing, and it was not worth $200 at all.

Besley became angrier as he thought about it. The gun was originally given to him, so what if I sold it?
"Damn it Mike."

After scolding the sturdy black man again, Besley fell on the sofa and fell asleep.

The next afternoon, in the wealthy area, Luo Su was sitting on a bench that was a little crooked by Besley's kick, waiting for the arrival of the black man with dreadlocks.

When Besly, a black man with dreadlocks, walked over with a straight figure and an aura of being the only one in the world, Luo Su frowned and said, "You're late."

The black man with dreadlocks pulled up his baggy jeans, scratched his belly under his white vest, and said, "Um, officer, my watch is broken."

In order to make the other party believe him, Besley deliberately raised the hand on the electronic watch, but this time the screen did not light up like yesterday.

"Don't you have anything else to tell the time?"

Faced with Luo Su's question, Besley shook his head and said, "No, the phone is broken and I haven't had time to repair it yet."

Luo Su was really speechless about this black man. This guy was also in a gang, so he was too bad, right?Might as well take a can and go to the street to beg for food.

"alright."

"What are you looking for me for? Is there any news?"

At 9 o'clock in the morning, before going to work, I received a call from Besley from a public phone box, saying that he wanted to meet at the 'old place' to discuss the matter in detail.

Luo Su could understand the old place of these two people. After all, the only place where he and Besley had met was on the bench in the wealthy area.

"hey-hey."

Baisley put his hands in his pockets, hunched over and leaned over, and whispered: "I went to Cannella's bar in the morning."

"You know who Cannella is, right?"

Hearing Cannella's name, Luo Su nodded slightly.Although Luo Su had never met this man, he also knew that he was the leader of the Crip Gang in Long Beach City.

"hey-hey."

Besley did not say anything directly, but sat on the other end of the bench with a smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)